Phoebe sat in the car, anxiously waiting. She kept glancing toward the distance, silently praying that Curitis would return safely.
The events of the day were terrifying, and the mysterious people they encountered filled her with fear. The suppressed memories from her past resurfaced, dragging her into a pit of darkness. The unsettling gaze of that man earlier left her deeply uneasy.
"Merle, do you think someone is targeting Mr. Curitis? Could they be part of a terrorist group?"
"It's possible... but Phoebe, don't overthink it. He'll be fine. Let's wait here for him." Merle tried to comfort Phoebe, though he, too, was still shaken by what had happened. They could do nothing but wait for Curitis to return—only then would they know what was going on.
Suddenly, the sound of an approaching car broke the silence.
Phoebe's heart raced as she looked outside—Curitis was back.
"Did they hurt you?" The group rushed forward, anxious to see if he was okay. Seeing him unharmed, they finally let out a breath of relief.
"I'm fine," Curitis reassured them.
"Are you sure?" Phoebe's voice trembled with concern, still worried about him.
Curitis met Phoebe's eyes, gently stroking her head. His smile was tender, sweeping away the tension from earlier. He felt a warm stir in his heart, knowing Phoebe was worried about him. "Really, I'm fine."
"So, can we leave now?" Phoebe asked.
"What did those people want?" Merle asked, relieved but curious after the scare.
"Nothing serious, just an old acquaintance catching up." Curitis shrugged it off with a casual smile, avoiding the details. Sensing he didn't want to elaborate, the others didn't press further.
A week later, Curitis and his team returned to France.
Phoebe, however, did not go with them. Her life returned to its usual calm routine—uneventful and simple. She slowly began to forget the frightening events of that night.
***
One day, while in class, Phoebe received a call from her mother, Hermosa.
"Phoebe, come home quickly—something's happened," Hermosa's voice was choked with sobs on the other end of the line.
"Mom, what's wrong? Take your time and tell me," Phoebe asked, her heart sinking as she sensed something terrible.
"Phoebe, your father had a heart attack. He's in the hospital right now, and we don't know if he'll make it. Please come back..."
The words hit Phoebe like a bomb, detonating inside her chest. Her mother's sobs only deepened the dread clawing at her.
"How could this happen? How could this happen?" Phoebe muttered to herself in disbelief.
"Mom, don't worry, I'll be there soon."
When Phoebe arrived at the hospital, Hermosa looked utterly broken—exhausted, aged, and consumed by worry. Phoebe's heart ached to see her mother like this.
"Phoebe, what are we going to do?" Hermosa's tearful voice broke through her thoughts.
Hearing her mother's cries, Phoebe's heart tightened painfully.
Forcing herself to stay strong, she reassured her mother, "Mom, don't worry. No matter what happens, we'll get through this. We've survived worse before, and we'll survive this too."
"Where's Dad?" Phoebe asked, her voice hoarse.
"He's in the operating room... We don't know if he'll make it," Hermosa said, tears streaming down her face.
Phoebe's eyes reddened as she looked at the closed doors of the emergency room. Her heart ached, but she knew she had to stay strong. Her parents needed her.
"Mom, Dad's going to be okay," she said softly, her voice filled with both hope and determination.
"Phoebe, what are we going to do? Gordon...," Hermosa broke down again, crying uncontrollably as she explained everything.
Gordon had started using drugs again. This time, he had racked up $500,000 in debt to a loan shark, and if they didn't repay it within a week, her brother's life would be in danger.
Phoebe's mind buzzed with the repeated words, Gordon's using drugs again... and $500,000 in debt.... Her heart clenched. How could they possibly come up with that kind of money?
Two hours later, the light above the emergency room door finally turned off. Phoebe and Hermosa waited, their hearts suspended in terror.
The doors opened, and a doctor in a white coat walked out, his expression serious.
"Are you the patient's family?" he asked.
"I'm his daughter," Phoebe replied quickly.
"The patient's condition is stable for now," the doctor said.
Phoebe felt an overwhelming sense of relief, her tensed body finally relaxing. Beside her, Hermosa also seemed to ease up a little. But before they could fully recover, the doctor spoke again, plunging them back into despair.
"However, there's still a risk. His brain is under pressure from a blood clot. Without a second surgery, he could end up in a vegetative state."
"H-How much will the surgery cost?" Phoebe asked, her voice shaky.
"$200,000," the doctor replied.
"Mom... Mom..." Phoebe's voice trembled as she turned to her mother, who had collapsed on the ground.
"Doctor, help my mom!" Phoebe cried out, tears spilling down her face uncontrollably.
Under the dim hospital lights, Phoebe slumped against the wall, tears streaming down her face. Her shadow cast on the floor was small, helpless, and filled with despair.
Three days had passed, and Phoebe walked through the hospital, her body exhausted. Tears welled up in her eyes as she gazed at her parents lying unconscious in their beds.She would find the money. Her parents would be okay!But—Where was she going to find so much money? She had already begged for help wherever she could, lowering herself, speaking softly, but the amount she managed to borrow was still a pittance.Suddenly, a face flashed in her mind. She remembered Curtis, and for a moment, a glimmer of hope sparked within her.She could ask him for a loan, and once she graduated and found a job, she'd pay him back.Nervously, she tried calling Curtis' private number. But after several attempts, the phone was still switched off.She tried calling Merle as well, but no one answered. Disappointment crashed over Phoebe once again, and the last bit of hope in her heart crumbled.She wandered aimlessly through the streets, her figure fragile and lost. The path ahead seemed uncertain, and
Night had fallen.Phoebe stood in front of the full-length mirror, staring at her reflection. She was startled by the new face before her—she could hardly believe the beautiful woman in the mirror was herself.She had blossomed even more than she had three years ago, her beauty radiant and captivating, though she hadn't noticed it herself.Usually, she dressed casually, favoring simple, neutral colors.But now, she was wrapped in an elegant, black gown that hugged her curves, making her look like a goddess who had descended to Earth—graceful and mesmerizing.Her skin was smooth and flawless, her makeup meticulously applied, and her hair as black as ebony.Her slender figure radiated charm with every subtle movement. She was stunning, alluring, a true beauty. Yet, Phoebe had no heart to admire her own reflection."You are the most enchanting girl I've ever seen," the stylist said, nodding with satisfaction, showering her with praise.Phoebe lowered her head, a shy blush tinting her che
Phoebe stood frozen, her body stiff as disbelief washed over her. Her face, already pale, turned ashen, and a cold dread settled deep within her.She was terrified—this man was drinking the blood from her neck like a vampire.Could it be that the manager had set her up with a sadistic psychopath? A man with some twisted, violent fetish?Panicking, Phoebe started struggling with all her might, pushing against the man pressing her down. "No—please, stop. Don't do this!""Please... stop..." She repeated her plea in desperation, but the icy aura radiating from the man made it hard to breathe.Her fear intensified as she tried to push him away, even though she had mentally prepared herself for what was to come.But this man... this man was different. He made her heart race with sheer terror.Angered by her resistance, Alexander's grip tightened, sending sharp pain through her body.How dare she defy him again and again? Fine. If she wanted to fight, then she'd better be ready to face the c
The first gentle rays of morning sunlight filtered through the window, casting a soft glow over the girl curled up like a baby on the bed. Her eyes were closed, but her eyelashes trembled slightly. She seemed uneasy, her brows furrowed just a little. Yet her sleeping face remained peaceful and beautiful.It took a long time before Phoebe's consciousness gradually cleared. Slowly, she opened her clear, bright eyes and let out a soft groan, trying to move her body.Down there—it hurt. It felt like she had been run over by a truck.The memories of last night flooded back, making her shiver uncontrollably.God, recalling those shameful moments, a wave of humiliation exploded within her, tears rolling down her cheeks...The man was no longer in the room, but his faint masculine scent still lingered in the air.Phoebe sniffled, blinking back the tears as she pulled the black silk blanket off her aching body. Naked, she sat up slowly, her bare skin exposed to the cool air.Her once flawless,
Instead of going straight to the hospital, Phoebe decided to return to her dorm and change clothes first.Valleybrook wasn't far from Meadowville, just an hour by bus. But today, for the first time, she splurged on a taxi since she had no money on her and was wearing makeshift clothes. As much as it pained her to spend the money, she had no other choice.The taxi ride was fast, and in half an hour, she arrived back at school. Phoebe planned to go up to her dorm, grab some money, and then come down to pay the driver. However, the driver refused, fearing she might run off.After a tense standoff that lasted nearly ten minutes, with classes about to let out, she had no choice but to borrow the driver's phone and call her friend Alva for help."Phoebe, what's going on?" Alva rushed over, her face filled with concern as she looked at Phoebe, who was crouched on the ground in a daze.Seeing her friend in such a disheveled state, with visible marks on her skin, Alva's heart clenched with wor
After changing her clothes and treating the wound on her neck, Phoebe headed to the design building to request a leave of absence from her professor. She needed to take time off to care for her parents at the hospital.Clutching the bank card, she went to the payment counter. With the money from her friend, combined with what she had saved over the years from selling her artwork, she barely had enough to cover her parents' surgery costs.Inside the hospital room, Hermosa had already woken up, but her father was still unconscious."Mom, have some food.""Phoebe, my dear, you've been through so much," Hermosa said, her eyes filled with concern as she looked at her daughter."Mom, it's not hard at all. You and Dad just need to get better." Phoebe forced a smile."Ah..." Hermosa sighed, her face looking much older and more worn.Phoebe knew what her mother was thinking and gently tried to comfort her."Mom, don't worry. Dad will recover. You both just need to focus on getting well. As for
It was already 11 p.m. by the time Phoebe left the hospital, wandering alone through the streets.The night wind tousled her messy hair, but she didn't bother fixing it. She walked aimlessly, letting the cold breeze chill her face and stir up the confusion in her heart. There were few pedestrians on the street, though many cars passed by. Her silhouette, however, stood out in its loneliness, enough to make anyone feel for her.A single tear slipped from beneath her black-rimmed glasses, landing on her lips. The tear tasted salty, bitter, and painful... much like her current state.Her mind was consumed with thoughts of money—no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't think of a way to come up with the funds she needed.Suddenly...A blue Bugatti Veyron screeched to a halt just a few meters ahead of her. Its bright headlights cut through the darkness, blinding her momentarily.Phoebe froze for a second, wiping the tears from her eyes. The car was blocking her path, so she turned to wal
In the bathroom, the water cascaded down her body, following every curve.Phoebe closed her eyes, letting the hot water pour over her for what felt like an eternity.Finally, she turned off the faucet and took a deep breath, staring at her reflection in the mirror as she forced a smile."It's only a year," she whispered to herself. "It'll pass quickly."Her eyes stung with unshed tears.The thought of becoming his mistress was like a knife twisting in her chest.In her world, especially in art schools like hers, many were willing to sell their bodies to wealthy businessmen in exchange for a life of luxury. She had always looked down on those who took that path—yet here she was, finding herself in the same situation.A one-night stand. Being kept. These modern, shameful realities had somehow become hers.She laughed bitterly. How had it all gone so wrong?Her fingers trailed along her neck, brushing the scar that had already begun to heal. The occasional sting from it reminded her of t